Nobody is allowed to touch my feet, ever. Not even Bear.

I hate the color purple so much that when I bought a lavendar candle, I crocheted a cozy for it so I wouldn’t have to look at a purple candle.

I’m moving in with Bear after graduation, but I’m not allowed to tell anyone in my extended family upon pain of death by my mother. How this is going to stay quiet, I have no idea. I guess I have to keep this site away from them! I have been living in sin with Bear for almost a year now. We are working on buying a house to really cement that fact. Also, the extended family knows, and nobody’s head exploded. Even Grandma figured it out, mostly because my Dad can’t keep a secret. She is surprisingly ok with it, but she’s also decided that we’re married. I don’t argue.

My favorite poet is e e cummings. My 2nd favorite is W. B. Yeats. My 3rd favorite is T. S. Eliot. I hate all the Romantic poets with a passion.

My favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, but I read it so many times growing up that I can’t stand trying to read it now.

My favorite movie is Gone With the Wind. I can recite most of it.

One of my favorite parts about being with Bear is that we recite movie lines in pretty much any given situation at will, together. It’s like an inside joke, except more cliche.

I hate extreme temperatures. The dead of winter and the dogdays of summer make me miserable.

I am allergic to penicillin. I once had a doctor at student health question whether I was “actually” allergic, because it’s something that people make up a lot, apparently? Who knew?

I also hate student health.

My favorite dessert is chocolate or pie.

My favorite pies, in descending order, are: sour cherry, lemon meringue, rhubarb (but NEVER strawberry rhubarb), pumpkin, apple, blueberry. Anything else is unacceptable.

I love Pittsburgh. (LIES! I WANT TO HAVE PITTSBURGH’S BABIES!)

I don’t like to wear the color green, but anytime I consider interior decorating, I always gravitate to greens. My house is going to be pretty uniform, apparently.

I like to wear blue, pink and red.

I hate precipitation. I once had a roommate who preferred rain to sun. When she told me that, I realized we probably wouldn’t be BFF’s.

I have only dated boys with blue eyes. Yes, I am biased. But they’re just so pretty, and any other color isn’t. Sorry.

I went to Catholic school. What scarred me wasn’t so much the religion, but the fact that it was such a small school that we had to go verrrrrrrrrrrry slowwwwwwwwly. I missed most of elementary school because I was reading.

I’m from a place called Reading. It’s pronounced “Redding”, but I used to think that everybody there loved to read as much as I do, and that’s why the picked a name that looked like the activity of reading. I was wrong.

I’m actually from a small town outside of Reading called Shillington. It is the town that John Updike was born in, and consequently wrote about early in his career. Reading (haha!) his short stories and the “Rabbit” novels are like taking a trip home, minus the long drive. He even referred to my grandparent’s candy store BY IT’S ACTUAL NAME (the other names of places were changed) in the 3rd Rabbit book. TOTALLY MADE MY DAY.

I hate yellow cars, even if they’re trendy. (BUT MAMA!GOT A YELLOW CAR. I KNOW. HATE.)

Mama! is going to get a mini cooper in a few years. Do I need to remind you that she’s 6 feet tall? (EDIT: MAMA! GOT A MINI COOPER. SEE ABOVE.)

I like writing.

I like reading.

I like words.

Sometimes I don’t pay attention to what’s going on around me. I have walked into a lot of things because of this.

I have an incredible ability to concentrate when I want to. If I am reading, I can’t even hear people talking around me, even if they talk directly to me.

Sleeping is my favorite thing to do. I am never so happy as when I crawl into bed.

I am never so unhappy as when I have to get out of bed. My least favorite dream is where I wake up, start my day, and then wake up for real.

My next least favorite dream is where I realize that I’m registered for a class that I haven’t been going to. It is the middle/end of the semester, and it is too late to make up the tests/papers/work, so I’m going to FAIL and FLUNK OUT OF SCHOOL. Stressful.

I only applied to one college. I only applied to one grad school, which happens to be the same university. This might appear silly to some, but I like to point out that it means I have a 100% acceptance rate.

I lose gloves constantly.

I never lose umbrellas.

I am very cheap.

Mama! is 3.5 inches taller than Papa!, but he is 12 years older than her.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t use more than 7% of my total space available on Gmail. It pisses me off. (EDIT. AM NOW UP TO 16%. SCORE.)

Mama! is my best friend, even when she’s nutty.

Bear is right up there, but in a totally different way. He’s usually not nutty, but some of my favorite parts about my mom are also my favorite parts about him. There are, of course, some notable exceptions.

When I have an ulcer in my mouth, I can’t help but touch it with my tongue. Just to see if it’s there, and if it still hurts. It is, and it does. But I will still check 2 minutes later.

I want children more than anything. Except a Mac desktop. The Mac will probably come first, and the subsequent children will not be allowed to even look it, let alone touch it and spill juice all over it.

FULL DISCLOSURE: I am prolife, anti-death penalty, anti-socialized health care, pro-free markets, pro-gay marriage, anti-BigNannyGovernment, anti-taxes, pro-education, pro-libraries, and pro-chocolate-for-everyone. Voting is understandably difficult for me. Oh, and I’m Catholic, which means I feel guilty no matter who I vote for.

MORE FULL DISCLOSURE: I am SMORGASBORD Catholic. This means I go to church every week, and on holy days, but I also do the horizontal shuffle with Bear WITHOUT A RING and WITH BIRTH CONTROL, and I will be moving in with him have already moved in with him (because spending 7 nights together a week and having our mail co-mingle is THAT MUCH different than spending 5-6 nights a week together, and only having our homework co-mingle). I will not, however, mention these things to the priest when we appear before him to schedule a full Catholic Mass Wedding in a few years. (yes that’s right, future guests. A FULL MASS. Deal with it.)

I don’t feel guilty about the above things, but I do feel guilty when I: miss class, forget homework, don’t quite study enough, get too sick to go to work, or don’t clean the apartment quite well or frequently enough. This is because of: “Those to whom much is given, much is expected” (Jesus won’t love me if I don’t do my best! DAMN HIGH EXPECTATIONS.) and “Cleanliness is next to godliness” (Jesus won’t love me if my floors are sticky!) Crazy, I know. (P.S. I don’t actually worry about Jesus not loving me for those things. I do worry about them though.)

I worry a lot. I worry about anything. If you want, I’ll worry about you, even if I don’t know you. Here I go: worry worry worry.

I want to get married in October because, statistically, it’s the driest month in this sector of the country. I want to get married in 2011 because we will be 25 and that’s just such a nice round number 2010 because I’m tired of waiting, damnit. I want to get married to Bear because he’s my favorite part about everything. And he has blue eyes.

I want 2 babies. Bear wants 4. We’re going to compromise and have 2. The compromise comes in when I say that I will consider a 3rd. Maybe. But won’t make any decisions until we have the first 2.

I want to live in Mt. Lebanon. Mama! wants me to live there too. We came to these conclusions independently, and now I am torn. Or maybe Dormont, or maybe Crafton, or maybe who the crap knows? I’ve stopped trying to plan these things too far in advance, much to the relief of my friends and family.

My favorite number is 13.

My favorite month is April.

I was born on April 13th.